Someday we will look back on these days and say to ourselves, in our cracked old voices, “Well, honey, I don’t know how we did it back then.”
Prepared with love for him at dinner’s end, an unannounced surprise made carefully into a luscious circle of fresh crimped crust…
We do not want to be apart. For each member of our family, including him, this is the hardest part of our sacrifice. We love him, and he loves us.
I am the light you cannot see, searching, piercing – not the mild sunlight of a summer day or the glimmer of candle and firelight, but the unescapable blaze of a streetlight on a deserted parking lot when all around is darkness.
I love you.
We have been ferried up, up, up the excruciating climb, full of dread and horror. Now we creep over the edge and hang poised.
I am living my life along smoothly, humming my little hums, enjoying my family and my new rhythms, when I get a bad case of the hiccups…
One of my favorite memories with these books is reading two pages of “I Want My Hat Back” over and over to my niece, while she giggled out loud.
OtherSpeak bought me some valuable mental energy and time to give to other things in my life. Thank you for helping, and bearing with me.
Tabitha writes: “For being off grid, we live pretty normal lives. I do my laundry on sunny days when there is enough solar power to run the well pump…”
In my memory, June is a chilly and outrageously drippy month in our part of the world. What has come over this one, full of radiant blue-eyed days?